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I love how dreams visit me in my sleep
In such diverse and unconventional arrays….
but my favorite dreams are the ones I make
when I’m awake…during the day.
My nighttime dreams are often difficult to understand
as through my sleeping mind they spread…
but during the day when I’m awake
I control the dreams inside my head.
During the day it’s effortless
to make dreams that are easy to understand…
to dream my family will always be healthy and happy…
that there will be peace throughout the land.
In the land of dreams there is no defined space or time
no laws of gravity.
In the land of dreams instead of eyes
we use our heart and imagination to see.
The land of dreams has no restrictions…no regulations
no borderlines…no rules.
It is a land, some say, inhabited…by innocents and fools.
Still…I love the land of dreams…where anything is possible…
where logic and the laws of physics don’t apply…
Where dragons, ogres and giants are my friends…
where I can spread my arms…and fly.
Perhaps that’s why I’m foolish enough
to dream of a world filled with peace, love and harmony….
and to dream that everyone on Earth…
was as innocent and as foolish as me.
To have my cake and eat it too
The best of both with no adieu
Pint sized comforts, nestled in
Where personal space is growing thin
Amongst the city that never sleeps
Behind four walls, no one peeps
A Consistently unconventional land
Safety first, but nothing bland
Taking only what we need
Skim illustrations, don't read
Why not, have it all
Forget the rules. Play ball
A boldly tasteful discoloration
Sweet apple pie, tobasco blend
A tabletop dance
Following tea
Steamy romance
Without the ring
All of the shimmer
Nothing mundane
A life giver
Pleasure, no pain
There she was in plain view, clean, brightly colored, and not undercover.
As nice as she was, I don’t know why she was still there and not discovered.
She sat there quietly in a sales lot of an auto dealership. The only conclusion
I could draw was that she was waiting there, just for me.
I wasn’t sure that I could afford her, but I could not resist her beauty. I was happy to be fortunate enough to make her mine. So I started her wheels to rolling in the winter of 1974. That was when I bought my first car, a 1973 Maverick on that cold winter’s day.
Years later I would consider the matter, but at the time, little did I or the Maverick realize that her model in many respects represented the very essence of me. Not given to conformity or dependency, we had something in common.
She was a six cylinder and gold colored with a black vinyl top.
From Chicago to Wisconsin, she never despaired.
Through the icy and snowy trenches, I saw no flinches.
From Northern Mississippi to Central Florida,
not once did she complain, frown, or sigh.
Through the sun bleached moisture ascending through
The Gulf of Mexico, she never resisted or said no.
Nonconforming and unconventional, she shouldered a free spirit.
Unshackled by tradition, she cruised through the winds of freedom.
In the fall of 1978 with a cross on her antenna and a sticker on her bumper,
she took our young family 2000 miles to San Francisco without a hitch.
By then, my gold Maverick had served us well.
Her many miles were beginning to show and tell.
An inflated economy and high gas prices forced her to be benched.
We sold her to a dear friend in 1979, and I have missed her since.
12122016PSContest, Late August Standard, Brian Strand
Break Free (original).
I decline to be bathed in abject defeat, I intend to break free.
My endeavour isn’t dead, intellect serves as a panacea for me
My muse and I must find impassioned advocacy to meet.
I intend to break free, I decline to be bathed in abject defeat.
The solution I submit, it will be extraordinary and unconventional.
A dramatic escape from all restrictions unintentional.
Break Free Opposing.
I adore to be bathed in glorious acclaim, I intend to indulge.
I feel so securely alive, my brain can’t divulge.
My muse and I cannot agree and will only cause deceit.
I intend to remain, I am going to accept hideous conceit.
There’s no solution, it will be mundane and true to convention.
A sorrowful surrender to all chains and detention.
I rage at formal poetry with
its Titanic grip on structure
iambic pentameter
syllable counts
measured cadence of rhythm like a song
trademark pauses
I'm on the wrong side of rhymed verse, its ostrich-like curse
Landscape of rules
iron ring of form
hoops to jump through
haystack of needles
I want to slam the door
break the rules
upend expectations
that tie my hands
that bend my pen
that crease my brow
Cavalier wishing
to write free verse
that makes heat possible
in words, unconventional
that litter the page
Wanted:
A wanton muse with a pulse that fertilizes the soil
of a writer's parched self
scriblings of rank sentiment
Poem composed: June 7, 2021
Author Dana Redricks
October 31, 2023
Verse 1:
In the depths of loneliness, I reside,
A broken heart seeking solace, I confide.
Searching for ways to mend and heal,
Feeling lost, longing for a place to feel.
Chorus:
A voice in me yearns for understanding,
For a space where I belong, expanding.
I am an outcast, not fitting the norm,
But I embrace my uniqueness, my true form.
Verse 2:
Torn from the fabric of ordinary dreams,
I wander through life’s unconventional streams.
Rejecting the molds society tries to impose,
I find strength in embracing my heart’s echoes.
Chorus:
In this world that thrives on conformity,
I stand tall, proud of my individuality.
Though misunderstood by those unaware,
I find solace in knowing, I’m rare.
Bridge:
In the tapestry of existence, I don’t conform,
But my spirit roams freely, weathering the storm.
I may not find belonging in the expected places,
But I discover my own tribe through life’s graces.
Chorus:
In this journey of self-discovery and growth,
I find acceptance, emerging from both.
As an outcast, I dare to stand apart,
For it is in embracing my true self, I find my heart.
Conclusion:
Lonely, broken-hearted, yet resilient and bold,
I navigate a path that’s uniquely untold.
For in being an outcast, I become whole,
Embracing my true self, finding strength in my soul.
In a land where snow should fall,
On a Christmas day, unusual,
A tale unfolds, both strange and bright,
Under sunny skies, a curious light.
A beautiful day, like any other,
Yet, sunshine felt like a bother.
For I, who had fled to distant lands,
Far from loved ones, in distant sands.
No stockings hung, no tree adorned,
No carols sung, no gifts adorned.
A solitary figure, a soul in flight,
Away from joy, on that holy night.
Not because of mischief or any misdeed,
For A's adorned my academic creed.
Well-behaved, yet far from home,
In solitude, I chose to roam.
Merry wishes echoed from afar,
Yet, I had to be the wishing star.
No greetings came unless I sent,
A bittersweet moment of discontent.
A package arrived, a gift to hold,
A gray shirt, pants, and shoes of bold.
Unusual, yet a token of grace,
In the absence of a familiar embrace.
Oh, how this Christmas, a paradox,
A day of glory, in unconventional stocks.
Not what I sought, nor what I craved,
Yet, gratitude in my heart engraved.
For in tradition, my focus lies,
Not on Santa's gifts or worldly ties.
But on a babe, in a manger laid,
The Savior born, a debt repaid.
Though distant, my heart finds peace,
In the story that will never cease.
A birth divine, a love so true,
Christmas is Christ, and Christ is you.
No sadness lingers, no tear is shed,
For in Christ's love, my soul is fed.
So, let the sun shine on this day,
In its own way, a glorious display.
In the absence of what I thought I'd miss,
I find joy in the Savior's bliss.
A Christmas, unlike any before,
A tale of grace, forevermore.
I have a plan
Yes it may be unconventional,
But as a fan
I assure you its success will be intentional.
Most of you may know me
My talent feted shore to shore,
With puppets real as all can see
Talking, singing and much more.
I know I have a skill
And the will to use it right,
Some may say a magic pill
A potent weapon that can bite.
Now that I'm finally a Star
I need embrace the social causes,
No longer propping up the bar
I'm great at mimicking the poses.
One such thought that came my way
To help the old man pull it off,
It's for me to do and say
While he covers with a cough.
I can crouch behind the stand
Prop him up as best I must,
Work his head with my free hand
With experience I'll adjust.
All dear Joe needs do is focus
Read the screen and move his lips,
They won't know that's it's all bogus
That I've written all the scripts.
Only this way can he win
As my famous mates all say,
A little magic is no sin
If I get him through each day.
Should he stray I've got a treat
An ice cream cone well in his sight,
Only once his tasks complete
Will I let him take a bite.
I'm a patriot as all can see
I'll move mountains to beat Trump,
If Joe's to win it’s up to me
And if he flags I've got the pump.
Unconventional is how we first met,
Unconventional is what we are.
Walls were surrounding me, yet
You still tried to crash them.
Brute force was your might,
While quiet reserve was mine,
For some reason I was in your sight,
You resolved to make me yours.
Unconventional was what you tried,
Unconventional was just our way.
Unconventional meant having to bide
Your beastly modus operandi.
Unconventional meant that you needed
To quit trying to crash through my walls.
Unconventional involved unimpeded
Ways to make me acknowledge you.
You abstained from mightily crashing
And instead started chipping away
Little by little, no matter my lashing.
How could I know where we would end?
You soon became my best friend.
Soon after, I fell in head over heels,
Love, then I was your girlfriend.
From there, it seemed so simple.
Simple is not us though is it?
Simple went for a dive out a
Window. Here is I now sit,
Wondering who we are.
Unconventional has been our life.
Unconventional no matter the strife.
Unconventional I am as your loving wife,
Unconventional is why I love you.
Destinations, unconventional beings futuristic designs, some may deem them gods in the making......
Perfect in all forms, being the impendiment perfection is non existent .
Blink twice , bite your tongue realise the water drops dropping after every second.......tick tock! tick tock! Zhing Zhong! Billabong! Inner thoughts .....contemplate deeply about this journey.
When you make it to the other side son of soil, give the seeds back to the Mother Land! Run the race like your feet were made of steel, the ones left behind deserve a teaching.
Love must reside in that deceiving cave , the chapter of your soul, this fight is one that determines the quality of your bread , the strength of your harvest , the intention of your touch.....you a magnificent, you are an Android , the apple of our Nokiad generation , you are the fate climate cannot even escape you are the future!
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